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Your first call on your new phone went to Hajime. There was no hesitation in your movements; out of the three numbers you had written down on the small, yellow piece of paper you kept tucked securely in your wallet for all kinds of emergencies, his was the one that jumped out at you. After quietly retiring to your room, locking the door and sitting down on your bed with your legs crossed, and your new phone, all set and charged up, directly in front of you, you dialed his number. There was an odd, tingly feeling in the air that you had to try your best to ignore.
It didn't take long, the phone ringing only a couple of times before he picked up. You could hear his familiar breathing, the same old gruff way he said hello, and asked who was calling. He sounded very respectful on the phone, as though he was repeating a rehearsed line, and you almost started laughing.
"Hi," you breathed out, and your voice sounded breathless and strained in your own ears. Some part of you wanted to take a club and bash your own head in because you sounded so wrong when you spoke. It was also embarrassing, because Hajime sounded like an expert on the phone, someone who knew what he was doing, while you were swimming in unfamiliar waters.
One part of you, a part that looked oddly like Kuroo, appeared in your head only to tell you that phone calls weren't some art form and that there was nothing you could do wrong or really right. In other words: calm down, Nakata-san. The part of you that took the form of Kenma, however, was not so subtle. Your mind-Kenma only said: stop being so weird, Y/n.
There was a moment of silence. You waited, you tried to chase away your thoughts.
"Y/n?" Hajime asked, the ragged sound of his voice making your heart skip a beat. The way his deep voice reverberated through the line was unfamiliar to you, and you felt nervous. Calls, you decided, were weird.
You tried to sound confident. "It's me. Guess who finally—"
"—What happened? Okaasan's home, she can pick you up any time if you need it. If that family is—"
"—Hajime, I'm fine," you said, laughing, "more than fine actually... Uh, it's great here. I made some friends, and I, um, I even have my own phone now."
Another silence. Hesitant. Then, "So, you're okay?"
With the way Hajime grumbled the words out, you could basically see his eyebrows shooting up, his forehead crinkling, and the way he was most likely staring at your new number with a slightly disconcerted, surprised and confused expression on his face. Only Iwaizumi Hajime had the ability to mix ten different emotions into one scrunched up look.
